Page 106 of All The Happily Ever Afters

“You’re … needy, wanting...” Parting my closed I catch sight at his tongue darting across his lower lip. “Tempting… I imagine I could blow, and you’d reach your limit, wouldn’t you?”

As he walks to the end of the table, letting the wax melt as he goes, allowing it to drip carelessly, recklessly down my alreadysensitive skin I wonder if he’ll do it. I wonder if it’s all too much for him like it is for me and he’ll take me now like my body begs.

I don’t know at what point the need changed, but it’s as if it’s all different now. At least in this moment. Locked in this barren room for him to do as he wishes to me. I don’t know when it happened… but everything has changed.

“Tell me what you want?” he murmurs, his lips brushing against my inner thigh, his warm breath giving me just enough, to stop the chill of goosebumps from taking over. With no heat, not a single bit of it, my body aches for the void to be filled.

The flame and the wax aren’t enough.

With a single low breath, he blows against my core and then higher. My lips stay parted and I’m fully aware my expression gives it all away. The arch of my back as the tenderness of a burning need sends me higher.

“I need an answer,” he murmurs his left hand gripping my right thigh and as he holds me still, dripping the wax at the same time that a languid lick sends my orgasm over the edge.

“You,” the word is begging, desperate even, as it’s torn from me.

The spike of my release has barely waned before he’s ripped me from where I lay and positioned me, a fist of my hair at the base of my neck, the candle recklessly dropping to the floor.

He enters me without warning, swift and ripping a strangled moan from my throat. I don’t recognize myself or my own voice as he takes me, my back to his chest. The fingers of his other hand gripping my hips and the relentless thrusts deepened by my hips pinned to the table. With no place to go, I’m his to ravage and that’s exactly what he does. My nipples pebble, the cool air no match for his skin scorching my back.

He’s rough … but only for so long. Only until I’m limp, the pleasure rocking through me, taking from me, draining mystrength to do anything but call out his name in mercy as my body sags against the warm leather.

….

With his lips trailing down my neck, he parts them ever so slightly, and a trail of goosebumps linger where his gentle touch has been. The intensity of such a gentleness, brings the onslaught of my climax higher and my back arches as he finds his release. His rough groan of utter satisfaction is accompanied with a final thrust that he holds deep inside of me, forcing even more from me, more than I can handle. My nails dig in his corded forearms, in a weak attempt to stay grounded as we both fall from the highest high and my orgasm crashes around me, like the burning rubble of a fixture engulfed in blistering flames.

My chest rises and falls recklessly with my heavy breath as reality slips back. The table groans as he readjusts, and I expect him to leave me, and for the chill to settle in. Instead he braces himself on his forearms and places a kiss just beneath the tender spot beneath my ear. He whispers, “Bethany,” softly and with a delicate cadence that brings the goosebumps back, beginning where the word was breathed and slowly trailing down every inch of my sensitized skin.

Even though there are moments I despise his entire being and the part he’s played in my pain and other moments where the intensity of what he could do to me and what I’m all too aware he’s done in the past chill me to my core, I can’t deny there’s a tenderness now. There’s a scorched section of my twisted heart that has been scarred and branded. Not from his harshness, no, he scarred me with this side of him, the side that brings out a pain and longing I’ve never felt before.

I find my lips parting with my gaze caught in his and I whisper with the same reverence his just held, “Jase.”

Until the debt is paid,I am his.

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BEAUTY & THE BEAST

PROLOGUE

Calum

“Sir, are you sure you want to do this?”

Alessio’s hesitation is personified by weakness.

It was different when I started. We were all different back then, and I know my driver longs for the days where my reputation didn’t send shivers of ice down the back of spineless men.

Maybe I’m more callous than I once was when wealth flowed freely, and my partners held more respect for me than they did fear. That’s what happens when a man is forced to become a beast.

As the limo comes to a slow stop in front of the castle bathed in the dark night, my thumb runs along my hard jaw line, skimming over the deep scar that made me who I am. The glittering candlelight and floral scent that filters in through the cracked tinted windows doesn’t hide the ruthlessness of the men attending tonight.

The elite and upper class, better known as the devils in Armani suits that run this city, don’t hold a flame to my brutality. They can hide behind the masquerade of tonight, their flutes of expensive champagne and cloaks of luxury, but we all know who we really are. I don’t intend to hide behind a damn thing. Just like they don’t hide their unease around me.

One of the few partnerships and personal relationships that hasn’t changed since then is with a man named Carter Cross. He took what he wanted when it came toall matters. I’ve decided I’m no better.

Annabelle will leave the ball with me tonight. There’s nothing that will change my mind of that.

She’s beautiful, and the opposite of the beast I became. More than that, the business deals I can acquire with her father’s reputation . . . well, he owes me, and I’ve decided beautiful Belle is what I want in the place of his debt.

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